Conan's winery play house

Chapter 426
Ireland naturally changed out of her pajamas and put on a shirt.

Because most of the clothes Avik Lear wears are more formal styles, shirts, vests and small suits, and he only wears casual everyday clothes rarely.

Therefore, in order to cooperate with each other, Ireland naturally began to prefer to wear suits.

His hair color is very light, his eyebrows are also very light, and his complexion is also fair. When he changed his clothes, he showed large and small scars on his body. It can be seen that it has been a while.

"Morning, Ivy." He responded to the boy's greeting.

"Did you sleep well last night?" In order to show his concern, he asked again.

It's just that such a straightforward way of showing concern, he made a somewhat unfamiliar look.

"Hmm! Very good!" Aito nodded vigorously.

"I had a dream yesterday, and I saw a lot of things I wanted to see in the dream..." He smiled softly, as if floating in the clouds.

"Is it a good dream?" Ireland asked looking at the smiling teenager.

"Well, it was a good dream." Aito nodded.

He saw his father and mother in his memory, saw his brother who was still Salvino, and saw himself.

He witnessed his own birth and his mother's death.

The newborn baby obviously shouldn't even be able to hold a dagger, but under the leadership of the woman, he held the dagger and sent the cold tip of the knife into the woman's forehead.

Blood dripped on his face as a child.

He has the ability to be loved and live forever.

It's just that this memory is too much like the memory of a bystander, and it's not even like his own memory when he was young.

But if it wasn't his memory, whose memory would he recall?
And... If being loved and six eyes are the abilities he possesses, what about the abilities that Uncle System gave him?
"That was good, a good dream, I haven't had a dream for a long time." Ireland recalled.

A long time ago, after learning to fall asleep deeply, I stopped dreaming.

The daily sleep time has also become short and effective.

Before that, he often had dreams about his childhood and his family.

It's just that those dreams always stopped abruptly after he entered the organization's school.

But he also had to admit that life after entering the organization, apart from the risk of death, was indeed much better than living in his former home.

Fitting, new, warm clothes.

Delicious, well-packaged, nutritious meals that change often.

In the organized school, he felt that he lived like a beast, but also like a human being.

But in his former home, he only felt that he lived like a dog who could only curl up in a corner and beg for food on the ground.

"It is true that deep sleep does not dream." Aituo nodded thoughtfully.

Papa is the same, he can put himself into a deep sleep anytime and anywhere, and it only takes an hour or two before he can continue to perform tasks.

"If we are dreaming now, it is not a dream." Ireland rubbed the boy's hair.

Their lives are neither happy nor unhappy, they don’t lack money, they don’t worry about food and clothing, they often take other people’s lives in places where no one is around, and occasionally feel luxurious and luxurious in a magnificent hall.

I don't know which will come first, tomorrow or the accident, the day when the knife licks blood.

Even if you dream, I am afraid that what you dream of is all these meaningless things.

And those wolf cubs in the school probably dreamed about being attacked by others.

Dreams are a luxury for them, and they are also something that can kill them at any time.

After all, once immersed in a beautiful dream and unwilling to wake up, maybe it will never wake up.

"Is that so..." Aito was thoughtful.

"But if it's a good dream, I hope that I will appear in Uncle Ireland's dream." He smiled, and said obediently and gently.

"It will." Ireland touched him again.

If he really had the so-called sweet dreams, probably only Pisk and Evikrill would appear.

One is the person he regards as his father, and the other is the child he regards as his own son.

It's just a pity that he won't let himself dream.

Deep sleep is indeed a good skill.

"I'm going to base No. [-], do you want to go with me?" Ireland asked as he put on his suit jacket.

Whether it is the white shirt or the black suit jacket on his body, they are all simple styles without any fancy, and there is no bright spot in the matching, but because of his figure, he has a special aura.

"Yes!" Aito raised his hand, looking a little excited.

Is brother Suzy still alive?How is Toto now?

He should have gone to see it.

Thinking of this, Ai Tuo quickly got out of bed and ran out of the room.

But he left his quilt and pillow behind.

Ireland was silent for a moment, looking a little bit patient, but in the end he chose to flatten the quilt and fold it into a square shape.

Then he looked at the doll bear standing beside him silently.

Inexplicably, he actually saw approval in the eyes of a doll bear.

Can glass eyeballs actually express such emotions?

Could it be an illusion?But Ireland doesn't think it's delusional either.

The doll bear silently raised its paw and gave a short thumbs up.

It really wasn't an illusion.

Ireland affirmed that what he had seen in the bear's eyes before was indeed approval.

"Thank you." For Avik Lear's sake, he faced the teddy bear's thumb, nodded slightly, and responded.

The doll bear nodded silently, then dragged his family and left with his things.

Ireland shook his head and walked into the bathroom.

When he went downstairs, he saw that Evic Lear was already sitting at the dining table.

The white-haired boy was wearing a white shirt, a light blue knitted vest, and a white coat, with a red scarf around the collar, bronze rose buttons on the cuffs, a gold-rimmed collar clip, and golden tassels.

There is also a white bowler hat with a bow.

Very particular about a suit, the details are quite cumbersome.

But it's also really good-looking, and Avek Leer is very suitable for wearing all kinds of good-looking clothes.

Children should really try different types of clothes, but at their age, it doesn't matter anymore.

"The clothes are beautiful." Ireland praised.

He will not be stingy with his own praise, because when he was a child, he especially wanted the approval and praise from others.

It's just that no one gave it to him.

"I think it looks good too! I have so many beautiful clothes!" The white-haired and blue-eyed boy was smiling, his eyes sparkling like a puppy with a smooth fur, and his tail was wagging happily.

Ireland dispelled the image of the white-haired puppy wagging its tail in his mind, and tried his best to restore the boy to his human form.

"Maybe I can also give you nice clothes, if you like..." He hesitated for a moment and said.

"I like it! No matter what kind of clothes uncle Ireland sends, I will like it." The boy promised impatiently.

A smile appeared on Ireland's face.

"I see," he said.

When he organized the school, he wore a uniform black school uniform. Earlier, he had experienced ill-fitting, torn clothes, picked up clothes, and clothes that couldn’t be worn by his brothers and sisters at home...

And when he graduated from organization school, he lost interest in so-called good-looking clothes.

The wardrobe has always been very empty, only simple black and white T-shirts and a few dark coats.

Aveklear would be better off than he was as a kid.

He might be able to create a good childhood memory for Evic Lear.

To be part of a dream that will still be remembered by Aveklear in the future.

　Ireland, he is so nice, I cried to death.

　　Fortunately, he doesn't have many roles in the original novel, otherwise I would have died ooc.

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(End of this chapter)